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“reality” even meant. When one spends so much time preoccupied with the demons in her dreams, the realities kind of merge on their own.
It was all
Lately I been counting too much fucking money
Lately I been flying too much fucking countries
Safe to say I'm Living like I'm suppose to
Only with my
I've been thinkin' bout, thinkin' bout, you too much
Yeah been dreamin' bout, dreamin' bout, you too much
I've been thinkin' bout, thinkin' bout, you
Y'all doing too much
Cant stop though
Ride around this thang with the top off
Rollin up the pain in a fonto
Too cold I had to make it hot for em
this was how it was gonna be then i'll tell you one more thing
Don't come back when you're all alone, you won't find me at all
It was too much too much
much, too much
Too, too
Too much on the back
I gotta go to the coast
Baby done ran outta' luck
Now imma go like a ghost
Money gon' swim like im Micheal
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I'm on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find
you know hip to the hip talk
Plain j o b, baby
In eight hours a day, all the overtime I can get
I don't know, I guess it might be too late but
I swear I
just ain't your home
And I keep thinking maybe I've moved on
But baby when I hear you whisper after that song
I keep missing you too much (you too
All my love
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Whoo whoo)
A 1,000 kisses from you is never to much, oh yeah
Never too much, never too much, never too much
Uh
London Good News And Testimony Bouncing Baby Boy Look How Sweet It Is To Have A Children All My Friends Enjoy With Me For Is Good To Have Children Oh
I know Bonita got a kid, but the thought of her is lovely
Baby I'm sorry, but I have to say
You love me way too much, you love me way too much
You
haiku's)
(Way too fuckin high my brain is zapped just like I'm Raichu)
Aye all my opps is dust cuz when i drop it make the ground shake
Prod. is by me dont
by Jake Shapiro
Writing all dayThree different ways they still won't get the memo
When I get it all you can call, you want cash or Venmo
Too much
My baby please
You give me so much love
You give me everything I need
Baby be
My baby please
I want you by my side
You give me so much energy
Baby
You were always the cool one
I was more of a devil may care kind of kid
Huffing paint in the backyard
Help me brag about all the things we never did
the spanks
Glock by the seat uh if i dont pull it then she will thinking you could but you cant
Know i brushed her off lil too much
Know sometimes i do too
the backyard (ones)
Say fuck all them pigs in the barnyard
Pulling cards like it's pull apart (pull it)
These niggas be riding in them used cars
I came out
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
And it's cool when she speakin' to me
I let the hoochie run through me
I seen him walkin' in the rain
I guess the nigga owe too much to the game
They say
Kase that nigga rap he off the top, I think he tailband
Baby hit my line I hit her back like don’t you got a man
See that's all that thot shit all
hit thirty
OK, OK, I've said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve
When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up
iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney (all along)
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love wit chu
wanna dance with you all night long Baby, come on, just play along
Can you stop by, baby, come on over It's okay, you can be my lover
Help me out when I
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